Clarity

"Mmmm..that was so good!" I announced for the third or fourth time as I rubbed my full stomach, and Harry laughed as he pushed his empty plate away then pulled out his wallet.
"Just like you." He said with a wink, slipping out a few bills as I rolled my eyes and stood up. The meal between us had been peacefully quiet, and absolutely delicious. I had barely eaten yesterday so having a giant dish of a yummy breakfest was nice.
"Your a pervert." I teased, sitting back in my seat as Harry waved our waitress over, and paid her the cost for our meal plus tip. Once that had been done he slid out of the booth, and held out a hand for me to take.
"C'mon Louis, let's get home." He coaxed, and I nodded as I stood up and slipped my hand into his. "Did you like those pancakes?" I asked while we began to walk out, and Harry nodded.
"Yes, good choice." He said, looking down at me with a smile as he pulled me past the front desk, then held open the door for me to step outside. "Thank you." I said, smiling back at him as I stepped outside into the fridged November weather.
"Your welcome." Harry said as he stepped outside then a sigh passed his lips. "Something wrong?" I asked, holding my hand back out for him to take, which he did, and he shook his head.
"No Loubear nothing's wrong." He assured, leading me over to the car, then stopping at my door to open it. "Though I do have to go to America on Tuesday." He informed, opening my car door for me, and I frowned in confusion as I looked up at him.
"Why?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest, and a wide smile appeared on Harry's face.
"I'm taking over the Victoria Secret Company, I have to be in a America for that." At that I became quiet with a nod, my eyes widdening as I looked away from him then slipped into the car prior to buckling in and putting my feet on the dashboard.
Harry looked down at me for a long moment, then shrugged before closing my door, and walking around to his own. Harry had to be screwing with me, there was no way he was about to take owner ship of that company, though it wouldn't surprise me to much, but still.
"Victoria's Secret?" I asked, shaking my head at the thought as he slid into his seat, and prepared himself to drive. "Yes Louis, VS." He said, a smirk settling on his face as he started the car.
I then smacked his arm, and sat back. ''Stop screwing with me Harry." I said, looking out the window, and he laughed. "I shit you not Louis, I'm about to take owner ship of one of the most successful lingere companies in the world." He said, no sarcasm in his tone.
For a long moment I was quiet as Harry pulled out of the parking lot, unsure of what to say. I had to admit I was a bit shock to gain knowledge of this news, I wasn't aware Harry was about to accquire such a company.
Actually the more I thought about it, it was awesome! Not because of the models, but just the thought of him owning a million dollar company. "That's awesome Harry!" I then exclaimed, twisting over in my seat to look at him.
"Minus the half naked girl part." I shivered, never particularly finding those models appealing, because self-respect was a big deal in my family. Also I wasn't fond of the thought of Harry looking at those girls.
"What? You don't want me looking at the girls?" Harry asked, pulling out onto the road, and I scoffed as I slapped his knee for reading my mind.
"No Harry, I love it when you check out other girls and guys. It makes me so happy! OMG!" I said sarcastically, sitting back against my seat, and Harry laughed. "Not my fault. You won't wear anything sexy for me." He teased, and I cocked an eyebrow.
"Harry if you want me to do something then skip the teasing, and flat out say it." I remarked, turning up my nose, and Harry shook his head at me.
I wasn't saying that I'd dress sexy for Harry, because I couldn't picture myself looking good in the boy version of that crud, but if it came down to it I suppose I could get past the embarassment and do it.
"Louis I don't think you can pull off a bra, but if you find something then please by all means do it." Harry said with a smirk, and I laughed as I reached over and pinched his cheek. He was right, I didn't have much to flaunt.
"No Harry I don't believe I can, but you never know." I said, winking as I then looked out the window, and Harry grabbed my hand. "Your my dorky, horny, bastard." Harry said, kissing my hand, and I couldn't help but smile even though Harry had described himself in my words.
"And your my kinky arse." I said back, kissing his hand, and Harry winked as he pulled onto the driveway. "You know it." He said, and I chuckled. We were both then quiet once more, but I shortly interupted it with a curious thought.
"Can I come with you or no?" I asked, and Harry glanced at me in confusion. "To what?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over my hand, and I huffed.
"To America goofball!" I informed. Now that I had thought about it for a moment, I didn't really want to be by myself in Doncaster, and since Harry took me with him on his last trip, I didn't see why he couldn't take me on this one.
"Oh." Harry said, chewing his lips for a moment, pausing the chewing to honk at a driver, then continuing it. Finally my suspence was ended when he nodded.
"Sure! You can meet some of my friends, and see some cool stuff! But I swear if you flirt with one of those Victoria Secret models I'll spank you." He warned, giving me a sharp look before looking back at the road.
At him saying yes I fist pumped the air in excitement, for I had never been to America ever, and he smiled as he kissed my knuckles. "I'm not going to flirt with them, but I don't know if I can keep my eyes off them." I teased, smirking, and Harry huffed.
"Oh I see how it is! I'm not good looking enough for you." He grumbled playfully as he pulled into the parking lot of his house, and let go of my hand.
"Never said you weren't." I shrugged, unbuckling myself as he parked near the steps that led up to the front door, kinda like in Annie, and I slipped out of the car before he could turn it off.
Immediately upon me rushing out, Harry jumped out of the car after turning it off, and grabbed me by my waist before I could make to the second step.
"Keep your eyes to yourself Mr. Tomlinson or you will suffer the conciquences." He growled, sitting me down on the hood of the car before standing inbetween my legs, and I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I only have eyes for you kitten." I assured sweetly, pecking his lips, and my Grumpy dwarf turned into Bashful as his dimples popped out, and he blushed slightly.
Cutie.
"And I only have eyes for you and Jennifer Lawrence." He said back playfully, and I stuck out my tongue as I began to play with his collar and he rested his hands on my waist.
"Yeah? Well Megan Fox seems appealing at the moment." I fired back, expecting Harry to turn into Grumpy again, but he only laughed as he pecked my lips.
"Your better shag." He said, winking then pulling away from me as he jogged up his front steps, and began to unlock the door.
Scoffing slightly at his statement, I slipped off the hood of the car, and followed him like a puppy up the steps, reaching him the moment he opened the door.
"And how would you know that?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest, and Harry shrugged as we both walked inside.
"Because I've whored around alot. Your by far the best, and the love of my life." He informed, patting my head as he kicked off his shoes then walked towards the stairs.
Shaking my head at him I slipped off my shoes, poked my head in the kitchen to wave to Maddie, then trailed behind him up the marble stairs.
"But you couldn't have possibly "whored around" with Megan Fox." I protested, feeling a pang of jealousy at the thought of another girl or guy touching him, giving him pleasure. I wasn't trying to act bratty though, I was just teasing him more then anything.
"No, but I have with Taylor Swift." He said, unbuttoning his jeans as we walked over the last step, and began to walk down the hall. At that my jaw permanetly dropped as I fell into silent shock.
Okay now I knew Harry was screwing with me, because that sounded surreal even though it was possible with him being rich, and all. Harry took no notice of my silence though, because he was to busy unbuttoning, and unzipping his clothing as we walked into his bedroom.
Then once we were inside he pulled off his shirt, and toss it aside before kicking off his jeans while I closed the door. That was then I decided to see if Harry was pulling a fast one on poor me or not.
"Your kidding?" I asked, grabbing his hips from behind, and spinning him around to face me as he shook his head.
"Nope. We met when I went to her meet and greet, we dated like a month then it ended." At that I narrowed my eyes and pressed my lips on his chest where the tattoo of my name rested.
"Well your mine now, and no one can make you feel good like I can." I state, feeling my jealousy increase at the thought of him with Taylor Swift, a girl alot of guys would pay to date.
Smiling Harry wrapped his arms around me tightly which made me relax. "I have two songs written about me." Harry informed, kissing my head, and I laughed as I nuzzled my face into his bare chest.
"Oh? Which one's?" I asked curiously, even though I had a pretty lucky guess on one of them.
"We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, and Trouble." Harry mumbled into my hair, and I laughed again as Harry slipped his hand under my shirt, and ran his fingertips up and down my spine.
"Did you pull the kinks on her to?" I inquired, and Harry nodded as he pulled back to kiss my forehead while wrapping his arms around my neck so he could cuddle my head.
"Spanking, that was about all. She couldn't handle it so I didn't think she could handle the other things." Harry said, kissing the side of my neck as he cupped the back of my head in his hands, and I rested my hands on his waist while I squirmed.
"Looks like I have higher tollerance." I said, standing firmly behind my words, because Harry had done many things to me kinky wise that were to much to ask of anyone.
Smiling at the thought, I pressed a butterfly kiss to his collar bone which made Harry grin against my skin as he pulled back to look at me.
"I love you so much." He whispered, his green eyes shining the way my engagement ring did in the sunlight. Sighing at his sweet words I wrapped my arms around his waist, and pulled him up against me as I looked up at him.
"I love you so much more." I responded, then burying my head in his chest which allowed me to hear the rapid beating of his heart.
A heart I could only pray beated for me.
"I want to smother you in kisses, jewels, money, anything you ask for."
I then looked up at him with a soft expression as I massaged his lower back with my fingertips, and he ran his hand over the curve of my backside.
"I want to kiss away every fear, insecurity, and bad memory. I think that gift is better then any jewel I could offer." Harry then bent his head down so our foreheads were touching, and he kissed my nose.
"I'm going to make sure you have your dream wedding." He said sofly, stroking my back, and I frowned as I kissed above his top lip. "But what about your's?" I asked, not really caring all that much about mine, I just wanted to marry Harry, and I'm sure he felt the same way.
"I never truely thought about getting married. I never thought I would, or could. I thought I wasn't good enough, and I'd be basically a whore my whole life. So I never thought about." Harry said softly, but quickly as he bit his lip softly then nuzzled his head into my neck.
Harry's words really tugged at my heart strings, because he didn't deserve to think that way, he didn't deserve to think he wasn't good enough for anyone, because just by him being himself he was good enough for me. Better then any of the other choices.
"But now you can, because it's happening! You found someone to fill your empty side, and I'll never leave it." I said sweetly, meaning ever word of it.
Instantly upon my sweet saying Harry tightened his grip on me, and swollowed the lump in his throat that had been forming against my skin.
"Good, because if you left I wouldn't know what to do with myself. If I ever lost you I'd probably kill myself in the most painful way possible, because I can only imagine you leaving me if I did something wrong." He whispered, and I pressed my lips to his collar bone as I tighened my grip on him this time.
"I'd never leave you. That would be like feeding a child to the wolves; cruel and heartless." A tear then slipped from Harry's eye and fell onto my skin as he pulled back to look me in the eye with a smile, and brimming tears.
In a strange way I loved it when I did that to him, made him so unbearably happy that tears fell from his eyes. That was the only way I'd ever want to make him cry.
"I'll never leave you Louis." He whispered in a tight tone as he slipped his hands away from my bum, and placed them on my cheeks. At his words I looked up at him with a soft, smile absent expression as I nodded slowly, feeling the emotion welt up in my heart.
"I'll never let you." I said just above a whisper, and Harry smiled as he pressed his forehead to mine. I then tilted my head back, and caught my lips on his softly as I massaged his lowered back.
Immediately Harry responded by gripping my hips harder, and deepening the kiss by molding his lips into mine with more force that made a small moan leave my lips. I loved it when Harry was rough with me.
As he made my sweet kiss rougher by the moment I tightened my grip on him, and pulled him up against me to get more contact. Smirking at my semi-dominant action Harry moved his arms around my neck in a tight hold.
Finding his minor reaction enduring, I then pushed him back a few steps prior to his backside hitting the wall, and I slipped my tongue into his mouth as Harry smirked again with a soft moan, and tangled his fingers in my hair to tug on it softly while our tongues swirled together.
Loving the sensation of him tugging on my hair while his sweet taste filled my mouth, I began to rub my growing boner against his groin to create friction, an action that he immediately responded to with a louder moan.
"Mine.." I mumbled inbetween the mess our tongues, and lips were making, and he nodded.
"Yours." He mumbled back, and with that I gripped the back of his thighs, and squeezed them lightly for him to jump up even though I wasn't technically strong enough to carry him. Instantly Harry jumped up, wrapping his legs around my waist, and lowering down his head to continue our kiss.
We must've looked like a pretty funny sight with me holding freakishly tall Harry up against the wall while we made out, but I was loving the thrill it was giving my small self-esteem.
With in a moment we had melted into a heavy make out session, tearing up each other's lips with our teeth, bruising the skin of our lips with each others lips, and get spit everywhere from our tongues clashing.
As the kiss got rougher, and rougher my boner grew more and more prominent, but I was to tired to have sex right now, so I doubted we would go much further then this feverish kiss. Soon, feeling my legs grow tired, I stepped back from the wall to let Harry back on his feet.
Once his feet touched the ground I wrapped my arms back around his waist, and he wrapped his arms around my head as I guided him over to the bed.
When we were at the edge of the bed, Harry fell back which made me land ontop of him, and I couldn't help but giggle as I straddled his waist.
"I hate it when you make me jealous." I breathed, finally pulling out of the kiss, and pressing my lips to his exposed throat. "I like it when my Loubear is jealous, because then I know he cares." Harry whimpered softly as my lips scraped over the love bite on his neck.
"I like it when your jealous, because your rough." I teased, pecking his lips softly prior to resting my forehead against his, and Harry smiled with radiant eyes. I couldn't help, but then sigh softly with contentment as I kissed the tip of his nose.
"I love you kitten." I said, and his face became brighter as he stroked my cheek. "I love you BooBear." He said back as I nuzzled into his hand. "Boobear?" I asked, and he nodded prior to me kissing the heel of his hand.
I liked that nickname, it was cute.
Totally Harry.
"I like it." I confirmed, nodding in approval, and Harry giggled. "When can I meet your family?" Harry asked, catching me by surprise so much I had to be quiet for a moment while I thought of a good date.
"How about after we get back from America? It'll be Thanksgiven by then, so it would make more sense. Then once we get back from there we can sort out the school situation." I shrugged, seeing the logic in that.
For a long moment Harry became quiet, growing a bit stiff, then he sighed with a nod. "I don't care what people think of us. All I want is your heart." Harry said, and I smiled at him softly as I brushed some hair out of his face.
"I second that notion, but I'm afraid of all the trouble you'll get in. Then there's not to mention the homophobes." I said softly, feeling my throat closing up.
"Baby I'm a millionare, own a bunch of small companies, and I'm about to purchase a large one. It'll be no big deal if they fire me." Harry said, brushing his fingertips over my cheek softly then he kissed my nose. Sighing softly I began to trace patterns on his chest with a slight nod.
"I know, but it's not fair." I huffed, frustrated at the thought Carson could've possibly costed us our places at Doncaster University with his little prank.
"I don't think they will." Harry assured, and I shrugged as I rolled over to his side so I could cuddle up to him, and rest my head on his shoulder.
"How long will we be in America?" I asked, draping my arm over his stomach, and Harry draped an arm around me as he kissed my head. "Only a couple of days, you have school." He said, nuzzling his face in my hair, and I sighed miserably.
"I don't want to go back." I admitted, nuzzling my face into Harry's side with a sharp breath, and Harry sighed as well. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but you have to go." He said softly, his voice muffled my hair.
For a moment Harry was quiet as he plaed with my hair and I chewed my lip. As I relaxed under his touch I tried to think of another topic to drift back to, and my mind landed on Shailene.
"Didn't you say I could invite Shailene over this weekend?" I asked, kissing his nipple, and Harry nodded.
"Call her now. She can come over, and get a better understanding then me sobbing, and saying stuff inbetween." Harry said, twirling a piece of my overgrown hair inbetween his fingers, and I moved closer to him as I felt my stomach twist nervously.
After my fight with Shailene I was terrified to talk to her, even though Harry had assured me it would be okay.
"I'm scared to call her." I admitted, and Harry at up slightly on his elbow. "Want me to call her?" He asked, rubbing my arm as he kissed my head, and I nodded even though I was begining to regret bringing her up.
"If you don't mind." I said, pulling my arm off of him, and reaching down to my pocket to slip out my phone so I could hand it to him, and he took it eagerly.
"The password is my last name, and the number is in my contacts." I informed, biting my lip harshly as Harry typed the password, then began to scroll through the contacts.
I really hope this didn't backfire.

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